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Today we celebrate Rafael Barba and since he’s the character I’ve drawn most, I decided to post my latest collection. As you can see there are not only Barba’s in it, but also some “Raúl’s”. That’s because I made 4 of these collages for a big tweet and had to squeeze the Raúl’s in the SVU part. 😄
The 4th part contains all my drawings of his non-Barba roles and if you’re interested in it, I can post that later.

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Drunk Confessions

A/N: This is a request I’ve been asked to keep anonymous. Thank you for the request. I hope you enjoy it. Publishing for Fluffy Rafi Friday for @yourtropegirl’sRaúl Esparza Appreciation Week. Thanks @larkistin for my Rafi and @minidodds for the beta!


The Cheshire cat grin on your face could only be explained by one thing, or rather person, Rafael Barba.

He had been your best friend since your Harvard days. The two of you had met in Dudley Garden, your secluded retreat, secretly tucked away between the end of Wigglesworth Hall and Lamont Library. It hadn’t been the best of meetings.

You were sneaking away to your hideaway during your free period. Your teachers had said medical school wouldn’t be easy and they’d been right. But it wasn’t the science that was troubling you, it was the social interactions, the need to be outgoing and vivacious all the time. It was hard work prompting a persona which didn’t come naturally to you. This was why you often took the chance to escape and revel in the natural beauty and solitude that the garden provided.

Except that your sanctuary had been invaded, by a rather handsome boy with scruffy hair. He was sitting under your favorite tree, nose buried in a law book. Biting your lip, you stood rooted to the spot, contemplating your choices. Just as you made up your mind to quietly slip away, the boy … well young man, looked up.

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Impulse Buy

Originally posted by rundalek

Author: locke-writes

Title: Impulse Buy

Synopsis: Inspired by this post

Rating: K

Word Count: 653

Tagging: @miamorbarba@xemopeachx@nerd-girl-642 @insecurewritersworld @evs14u  @yourtropegirl @esparza-army

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Rafael Barba Day

Here is today’s Rafi’s stuff. So So much!!! Brilliant Job everyone. Ok so I swear someone did a mood board for Rafael but I dont follow them. So if one of you lovely people reblogged it and you don’t see it on this list let me know. 

Stories

  1. Passing Notes in Secrecy by @moresvuheadcanons
  2. Drunk Confessions by @mrsrafaelbarba
  3. Rafael Barba Story List by @yourtropegirl
  4. Home Again by @ohbelieveyoume
  5. Little One by @locke-writes
  6. About Time by @locke-writes
  7. Rafael Taking Care of a Disabled/ill Girlfriend by @seekret-fanfic
  8. Rafael Barba and the tea party by @xemopeachx
  9. Through the Years by @locke-writes
  10. Masterlist by @delia26
  11. Until the End of Time by @locke-writes
  12. Tick, Tick, Barba by @ticktickbarba
  13. Dating Barba Headcanon by @paigeinastory 
  14. Impulse buy by @locke-writes based on this post by @miamorbarba
  15. Yearning by @hiddndaydreams
  16. Good Neighbors by @ohbelieveyoume
  17. Xemopeachx Masterlist by @xemopeachx
  18. A Little Lesson in Exprecting by @rauliskafan and @vintagemichelle91 
  19. Midnight Mask by @seekret-fanfic
  20. Terrible Threes by @xemopeachx

Art

  1. Collage by @larkistin
  2. Home Again by @tommieglen from @mrschiltoncat
  3. Not My Yacht by @controllingkittens
  4. Rafael Barba’s Fancy Ass Cheese Balls by @booyahfordhamlaw
  5. Rafael Barba by @do-me-carisi
  6. Rafael Barba by @justraulesparza

Mood Boards/Aesthetics

  1. Dress Really Well by @fanfictionforsvu
  2. A Bit Bad Assy by @fanfictionforsvu
  3. Barba’s Coffee Aesthetic by @fanfictionforsvu
  4. Barba by @nerd-girl-642
  5. Gala Barba by @nerd-girl-642
  6. Rafael Barba by @yourtropegirl

Video

  1. It’s Always Darkest Before the Dawn by @queenofsazz

tags: @mrschiltoncat @ghostofachancewithyou @raulism @lumosliterature @xespressopatronumx @esparzart @thatgirlwhosalwayssinging @booyahkendell @the-arts-are-my-oxygen @dreila03 @blown-transistor @taylorgoldsmithshair

Yearning - Rafael Barba

P/N: This is to add to @yourtropegirl‘s Rafael Barba day! I hope you all enjoy!

Rafael Barba x Reader
Imagine: Rafael is overwhelmed by a case he’s working on.

Warnings: Mentions of torture and assault.


Rafael had to review a few taped confessions. He needed to go over every victim to make sure there weren’t loopholes that the defense could use. He popped the tape in and sat back in his chair with a notepad and pen. The suspect had a double life, convincing everyone around him that he was practically a saint.

Rafael had dealt with so many emotionally exhausting cases. This case was no different. However, every fiber of his body tensed up as he watched the women describe the torture and assault they suffered. His jaw clenched as his eyes welled up at the sight of the self-hatred these women had in their eyes. His nostrils flared from the blood boiling anger that surfaced. The despicable and heinous acts had to be brought to light and it angered him to have these witness go through it again but with an audience.

When the tape cut to black, he was able to release the breath he didn’t know he was holding. There was an ache in his chest that didn’t fade, even after he got up for a cup of water. He was pulsing with determination to destroy this man in court. He could only hope that justice would be enough to help these survivors move on.

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Always Mine

Some more Rafael to end this fabulous Friday!!! Thank you @yourtropegirl for a magical week. And as always for @svu-stories who inspires me in more ways than she will ever know!!! :)

Mi amor, it’s only for one weekend.”

You hadn’t even so much as looked him in the eye since he came home with the suggestion. Two days and one lazy night in the country (translation New Jersey) held a certain appeal. And he had thought of everything, the lakefront bed and breakfast less than half an hour from a local winery to taste the wares with assorted cheeses. Followed by an excursion to pluck fresh strawberries; a small part of you could already taste the tart juice tinging your tongue. All of it concluding with an Italian dinner at a place so exclusive that there wasn’t even a sign marking the entrance. How he would find it in the car you would have to rent was beside the point. Your dearest most darling husband had an agenda worthy of your profession, your personality.

But for all his intricate planning, one detail had escaped Rafael Barba’s mind.

“Please don’t walk away from me,” he moaned, trailing after you as you angrily dealt with the laundry, not caring if you were balling up his socks the right way or if his shirts were hung in a descending pattern of color coordination.

“And your mother can’t help?” you asked, finally giving him something in the way of an answer if not your eyes.

Mamis got this teacher’s meeting,” Rafael said, reaching for your arm. But you recoiled before his fingers could so much as curl around your wrist.

“So change our plans,” you huffed as you slammed a drawer shut and retreated into the bathroom to run the water and scrub your hands together until he stopped you with a lame joke about scratching the skin away if you kept at it.

“As if you would care,” you said through clenched teeth, just catching a quick glimpse of him in the mirror with sagging shoulders and a weary sigh.

“Of course I care, mi amor,” he insisted. “I planned this for you. You deserve a break. We both do.”

Turning the faucet off sharply and facing him with your hands on your hips, you narrowed your eyes into a tight glare and watched him shrink in the doorway, feeling your nostrils flaring as you spoke.

“And Jingles deserves to be punished because you’re tired?” you challenged, stressing the last word as he released the smallest of laughs. “This is funny to you, Rafael?”

“It is a hotel for pets,” he said. “She’ll have her own little condo.”

“That’s a cute way of saying cage,” you spat back.

“You are so melodramatic sometimes,” he sighed.

“Which is a not so nice way of calling me ridiculous.”

“Keep this up and we’ll get there.”

Your next response came out as little more than a frustrated growl, and you pushed past him, furious that he could be so heartless. Making a beeline for the couch, you fell to your knees and found Jingles hiding under the furniture. You scooped her into your arms to stroke the top of her furry head, whispering into her soft ears.

“Sorry, sweetie,” you soothed. “You just hate to hear Mommy and Daddy fight.”

“Who’s fighting?” Rafael asked, emerging from the bedroom. “I’m not fighting.”

“Someone insults me and that’s what I call it.”

Mi amor…”

He sank to the cushions, ready to run his fingers through your hair when you flinched again. But Jingles maneuvered between the pair of you, bridging the gap as her own version of a peace offering until he settled for playing with her whiskers.

“I love you,” he started. “I love the cat. It would have been ideal if Mami could have taken her—”

“Or just stayed here,” you said, still sulking.

“You… fine. Or just stayed here,” he echoed. “But this place is top notch. The staff seems very caring. There’s even a little camera right outside her kennel. All we have to do is log on to their website, and we can check in as much as you want.”

“What’s that?” you asked. “The Big Brother package?”

“I’m calling it,” he said, rising swiftly and rubbing his hands against his slacks. “You are brilliant and beautiful and being utterly ridiculous.”

“Not in front of the cat,” you warned him as he threw his hands up in the air. “No worries, Rafael. Better I find this out now before we bring a baby home.”

For a second he looked as if he would explode into a litany of words that you would only half understand, but somehow, he kept his voice calm.

“You do realize that our son or daughter will have to go to school. And play dates. And horror of horrors summer camp.”

“I don’t think that this is the same…”

Your words came to a halt as Jingles curled into your cheek, her sandpaper tongue just meeting your skin as you suddenly realized what you were saying, that his points were well made….

…and that maybe you did sound the slightest bit ridiculous as you managed a smile and met his eyes.

“You really think that she’ll be okay?” you asked.

“Only the best for all our babies,” he promised, his hands surrounding your face so he could kiss the tip of your nose and then Jingles in turn.

“I just… I worry about her,” you said. “I’d hate for her to think that we were abandoning her again.”

“Never going to happen on our watch,” Rafael said. “She’s getting even better digs than we are. Plus, daily groomings and all kinds of fun new food.”

“Not that,” you said as your face began to soften under his touch. “If she goes, she goes with a lunchbox and the food that I have selected.”

“Is this you warming up to the idea?” he asked, pressing two fingers under your chin, his mouth just meeting yours as you smiled against the line of his lips.

“This… this is me saying that we’ll check it out. If and only if it’s up to my standards… I’ll consider it.”

Mi amor…”

He started to help you to your feet, his arms almost encircling your waist when you let Jingles climb to your shoulder and pressed one palm to his chest.

“But she better have the best cage… condo in the joint.”

“Whatever the cost,” he promised. “Anything and everything for you.”


No one could accuse the website of false advertising. Stepping through a refurbished wooden door, you took in a state of the art room with pristine floors and wide windows looking out at a patch of private courtyard adorned with fountains and several sorts of flowers. Two member of the staff were already walking and playing with a Boston Bull and a Golden Retriever, and you saw other cats in spacious pens that could accommodate a small child with pillowed shelves and tons of toys.

“Don’t worry; I have your things right here,” you said, bending down to the cat carrier to show Jingles the small purple bag containing her catnip pillow, her yellow ball with a bell—

“And I… I brought this, too.”

From his pocket, Rafael revealed one of his socks that had lost its mate in the laundry, a series of red and silver stripes that Jingles took possession of and would never in a million years relinquish.

“That was sweet of you,” your said, standing to lightly peck his cheek and just noticing the tension in his jawline.

“It is nice here, Rafael,” you continued as a woman in bright blue scrubs and a bouncy blonde ponytail sauntered forward to shake your hands.

“Mr. Barba!” she said. “Great to see you again.”

“Likewise,” he said as he introduced you, and the blonde unzipped the black case to pull Jingles out.

“And hello to you, Miss Jingles,” the woman said. The cat’s eyes were wide for all of an instant, and you feared that Jingles might fly up the walls when she nuzzled her head against the woman’s neck, her purrs harmonizing with the blonde’s gentle voice.

“I hear that this is the first time you’re away from home,” she continued.

“Since we got her,” you confirmed. “I… I can’t help but feel a little nervous.

“Understood, Mrs. Barba,” she said, her hand falling to your shoulder as her voice and her smile began to make you feel more and more at ease. “But we’ll make this a fun vacation for her, too.”

The blonde handled Jingles with a firm but caring hand, walking her around the room so she could get a feel for the space and take in the sight of the other cats seemingly content in their condos. Not one of them so much as hissed, and even as you couldn’t help but bite on your lower lip, you felt yourself leaning into the idea that she would make it through the short stay.

“Where are you going to put her?”

Rafael’s voice cut into your thoughts, and you turned to see him shuffling his feet and fidgeting with his hands in his pockets.

“Here we go,” the blonde said as she stood before an open kennel and set Jingles down on the highest shelf. Her face looked so sad through the thin black bars, and you were on the verge of taking her back and making a run for it when the cat simply curled in a ball and turned her gaze towards the window to watch the puppy dogs play before closing her eyes.

“Wow,” you muttered under your breath, feeling every inch a proud parent as she settled into her surroundings and you linked your arm in Rafael’s. “Good girl.”

“Cats are very adaptable,” the blonde assured you, taking the bag of Jingles’ toys and setting them all down in the tray so she could play whenever the mood struck her. Returning her smile as she latched the door, you decided that maybe it was best to bite the bullet and let your itty-bitty kitty stretch her wings. Or in Jingles’ case the leg leading to the paw that batted at the bar. She started to draw back when Rafael left your side. One of his long fingers inched through the opening, and he tapped his nail near Jingles’ little nose.

“Let me just get the login info so you can peek on her!” the blonde chirped, leaving you alone in the room.

“I think it will be okay,” you said, rubbing Rafael’s back and blowing kisses to the kitty. Trying to take his arm again, you found him frozen to the floor and inched closer to the window in search of his eyes.

“Rafael?” you asked. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” he said, quickly kissing your cheek and giving Jingles’ ears one last scratch with his index finger before he finally moved towards the reception area where the blonde was waiting.

“Wait. We…”

“What is it?” you asked.

“The sock should be on the shelf. You know it’s her favorite.”

“Right. I’ll just ask the lady…”

Leaving him alone, you met the blonde and heard her lilting laugh.

“Such a sweet guy,” she said, nodding towards Rafael working the latch to set the sock in its proper place. “You know he checked us our three times before he even made the reservation.”

“He did?” you asked.

“Said we had to rate five stars before he’d even book your trip.”

Which was something that your husband had not shared with you. When you thought that this was the final punctuation mark at the end of the sentence instead of the first stroke of his pen. Which made you feel ridiculous for questioning his love for the cat and any other baby you might bring into your home.

“He is the sweetest guy,” your murmured, determined to show him how much you adored him the second you started sipping wine and suckling strawberries. He definitely deserved the trip and then some, and you walked back to him, to say your goodbyes only to see him shaking his head.

“No.”

“Rafael? What do you—?”

“I’m sorry. I can’t do…

Avoiding your eyes, Rafael turned to the blonde.

“This won’t work.”

“Mr. Barba, you have one of the best cat condos.”

“I know that. Plus, the cameras. And you seem nothing but kind.”

“So…”

She said nothing else, and you watched without words as Rafael undid the latch to pick Jingles up, bypassing the cat carrier and tucking her inside his jacket.

“So nothing!” he barked back, rivaling the Boston Bull coming in from the courtyard. “I’m free to change my mind. And I’ll even let you keep the deposit. But I’m not… I can’t leave my cat here and have anything close to a good time.”

Still he failed to meet your gaze, walking out the way you came as you gathered the rest of the toys with a slack jaw and saw the blonde’s eyes stunned as they fixed on the door just slammed shut.

“I didn’t see that coming,” she said.

“No. But I should have.”

Joining Rafael in the rented car that was never going to leave Manhattan, you sat beside him as he kept Jingles close to his chest, his free hand picking at the steering wheel.

“Don’t say it,” he muttered.

“I’m not… what do you think I’m going to say?”

“That I’m ridiculous.”

Because he planned a perfect trip and tried to dot every “I” and cross every “T.” Because he found a place for the cat better than most day cares…

…because when push came to shove he couldn’t let her go.

“Not at all,” you said, winding one arm around his shoulders to kiss his cheeks and then his lips. “Maybe it is going to be a chore to send a little one to camp…”

“I’m not living this down.”

“I don’t want you to,” you said. “I want you like this. Forever. And always mine.”

Slowly, he gave you back his smile, his cheeks flushed as he rested his chin on top of Jingles’ head.

Te adoro, mi amor,” he said, his voice soft and his kiss far more tender. Jingles pawed at your lap and started batting his old sock back and forth as he twirled a lock of your hair in his hand.

“What now?” he asked. “We’re out all this money.”

“I don’t care.”

“We do still have the weekend…”

You retired to your apartment with bottles of inexpensive wine, strawberries from the corner market and Italian that was anything but exclusive from Baraducci’s. To binge watch old M*A*S*H episodes and debate the best version of the ensemble cast until any action on the screen had nothing on the pleasures in his arms.

And as you fell asleep in his embrace with Jingles sticking close to Rafael’s pillow, you knew that you never wanted life any other way.

Dating Rafael Barba would include:
  • Your relationship would be far from perfect, but you would make it work. 
  • Your first date consisted of a nice evening at a fine restaurant and then ended with a walk in Central Park. 
  • Rafael would be such a romantic from time to time. 
  • You would teasingly ask him, “What happened to my boyfriend Rafael and who are you?” 
  • But you kept those moments close to your heart because when they did happen, it made them extra special. 
  • Rafael would be much happier with you in his life and you couldn’t agree more. 
  • Rafael and you didn’t have to say ‘I love you’ to each other to know, even though you would still say it regardless.
  • “Did you get something to eat? if not I can bring you something if you’re stuck in the office.” This would usually come from you, or you would write something like 
  • “Did you leave the office last night? When you don’t get a response you automatically know that means no. “I’m coming to get you.” 
  • You would receive multiple text messages and if he could squeeze it in a few phone calls, because he wanted to hear your voice. 
  • You would roll your eyes and remind him that you needed to your butt back to work, and that would you see him after hours. 
  • “Don’t work too hard, you might have to save your energy for what I am going to do to you tonight.” Rafael chimed in a snarky voice. 
  • “What the hell is that suppose to mean, Rafael? Are you telling me that…” 
  • He would quickly cut you off with: “You know what I mean, Cariño. Now I have to go. Love you!” 
  • You shake your head and sigh after you two hung up, because then you couldn’t stop thinking about what he said to you. 
  • Your parents approving of Rafael. They think he is the right match for you and that you balance each other. Your dad likes his quickness on his feet with some of his comments. 
  • His mother adores you. You are the right woman for her Rafi. 
  • You go to Church together and try to make it Mass every Sunday and meet his mother. 
  • Sometimes you even go to brunch together. Hands down, Sunday was your favorite day of the week. 
  • That doesn’t guarantee Barba getting called in if the detectives are working on an important case. 
  •  As a ADA he was constantly dedicating himself to his work as he prosecuted and fought tooth and nail to put bad, evil people who deserve to be in prison.  
  • He was your hero. 
  • You would make sure to tell these things, to boost his confidence, even thought he tries to portray himself as this character, he still has his insecure moments. 
  • If you’re not working, you enjoy watching him in court. He is quite entertaining to watch. 
  • You like being there after his win on a major case, and you being the first thing he sees and then he runs over and gives you a big bear hug. 
  • “You did it! Just like I said you would!” You said, after he pecked your cheek with a kiss. 
  • “You’re right, just like always, y/n. I guess I need to start believing you more often.” He said, wrapping a tight hand around your waist, as you both strutted away from the court building. 
  • “Yes but you need to start having a little bit more faith in yourself, Rafi. You’ve been doing this so long now. You should have no problem.” You raised an eyebrow. 
  • “But that’s what I have you for, Cariño. You pick me up again and tell me what I hear. You give me everything I need.” He smirked cutting his eyes over at you for a second. 
  • “Now you’re pushing it. And it’s working.” You smiled wildly. He liked the sound of that. 
  • “What do you want to do tonight?” You asked him, you thought about going out to dinner, but you wanted to hear what Rafi thought. 
  • “How does relaxing and watching tv shows and starting series we will probably never finish?” He suggested with a shrug. 
  • “I like that idea! My place?” You were looking forward to your night in already.
  • “Sounds good to me. I love you, Y/N.” 
  • “I love you more, Rafael Barba.” 
  • “I was going to wait and do this at a different time, but I think this is a appropriate time.” Rafael begins to dig around in his coat pocket, to reveal a miniature black box. 
  • He gets down on one knee and I think you know what comes next. 
  • “Y/N would you do me the honor of becoming my wife, Mrs. Y/N Barba?” He looked up at you with excited eyes and popped the ring bow open. 
  • “Oh Rafael! Yes! A thousand times yes!” 
  • And then you two lived happily ever after.

 The End!

A/N: This was for @yourtropegirl Raul Esparza appreciation week! Which I was so glad to write for!! 

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